When the smoke clears, what's left is real We will survive before the test of time We're out of step Stepped out of line We will survive and never give up Jilted, out of place In the game of our own creation In it from the start, without the credit But acceptable When the smoke clears, what's left is real We will survive and never give up Jilted, out of place In the game of our own creation In it from the start, with the values For ever in our heart When the smoke clears, clear the way When the smoke clears, what's left is real We will survive the test of time We're out of step Stepped out of line We will survive and never give up